Cries Wolf Novels & Stories

Without his presence, Lara felt a strange emptiness in the air, as if the pack itself was missing a crucial piece of its identity. As the moon reached its peak, the wolves of the pack began to howl in unison, a deep, soulful sound that echoed through the night. But just as their howls died down, a loud, piercing cry rang out—a howl filled with anguish and fury. Lara’s blood ran cold as the sound reverberated through the villa. The howl didn’t come from the warriors or the elders—it came from the Gamma wolves, the most trusted defenders of their pack. The cry was filled with pain and desperation, sending a chill down her spine.

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

Before she could say more Tristan whistled to let everyone know the class was about to start. “Welcome everyone. You are here today because you will turn 21 this year. At the age of 21 everyone is developed enough to transform into wolf form. For some, it will automatically happen on their birthday. For others, it takes some more effort. Sometimes exercises like meditation can help to find your inner wolf and on rare occasions, a traumatic event is needed. It can happen that the wolf needs to be triggered because of a traumatic event in the past. But no need to worry about that because only 5 percent of the wolves have problems transforming. Today we will talk about the transformation itself

But his shaking voice failed him, “I– I don’t th– think that’s how you sho– should speak to m– me.” Remus scoffed and that seemed to have embarrassed Winfred more, “If I abolish The Order, you’re finished!” He said, screaming again. “Go on. Do it.” Remus challenged. “End your race’s agreement with the Wolves. See if we care.” The Betas started laughing at this which added to Winfred’s increasing shame. He wanted to show his power, but it seemed like power was being shown to him. “Watch how you talk to me, you disrespectful dogs!” He screeched.

I lied His face was still on mine and I could feel his eyes probing into my soul, as if searching for something. My wolf paced about within me anxiously. As fear enveloped me, I continued, ‘Please, I will do right by you if given another chance. I swear my life on it. His gruff voice responded. ‘Then I accept.’ Then he stood up and said aloud. ‘Tell me, what is it?’

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

Shyfter warned. "Kit, Tristan, and I are the Eldest wolves of the 7 packs, we know more about the life of a wolf. We had to learn the Trinity when writing and I were waiting for Tristan to pop up,and be our 3rd. Now our Trinity is complete and we should be able to handle it ourselves." Rex explained.

Cord wondered in her mind. Out of the darkness, they heard a loud howl but it wasn't just a howl this time, other wolves howled in reply from different parts of the forest. "Damn! Are there more of that thing? We're dead! Forgive me Princess Cord, we're going to d…" one of the guards screamed and the captain cut him short with a slap. "Shut up abuli! If you're going to die, die with honour or I'll kill you myself right now! Anyone who tries to flee will die by my sword. Stand your ground and defend the princess!" the captain ordered.

Looking down, she saw the date at the top: June 16, 1763. ‘I saw the white wolf again. My goats nor dog pay it no heed. Perhaps they know this beast favors the flesh of man. I hear the screams at night and witness the yellow eyes in the trees. My dear Sally was taken two nights ago. The Indians say the wolf is our protector, that the evils of the forest are to blame for the dead. Maxwell says this wolf is of nightmares. He swears to have seen the beast stand on two feet and change into a man before his eyes on a hunt. I am starting to believe him. Footprints lead to wolf prints in the mud and no wolf is seen during the day. It only appears in the light of the moon.’

Richard held on to the head collar rope of his horse and continued to speak to his younger sister "I know you want to be great, but there are steps you need to follow, I did not make the rules neither did father or anyone else" "So I should just die a normal woman?" Zafira asked "No, you should have aspirations and take the bull by the horn when the time comes and that is why I train you. Right now we are being governed by humans and that is a sad reality that all werewolves have to live with" "I hate the fact that we follow rules that were set by only god k ows who. Why don't we defy the rules ?" Zafira wanted to drift away from the topic because she disliked the fact that what he said had